Johnny's Story

 

          “What do you mean?”  asked Hank.  “That doesn’t make any sense.”

          “I thought lynxes didn’t have families,” Toni meowed in a smart ass way that you wanted to smack her right in the CHUB.

          Mike eyed Toni up with disdain.  “That wasn’t very nice,” he meowed. 

          Toni’s eyes were huge at this point.  “Why wasn’t it?”  she asked.  “Male lynxes don’t stay with their kitties.”

          “I’m still trying to figure out how a hat helps at all,” Tippy meowed sitting down and washing his front paws. 

          Poor Fuzzy’s brain was purred-out fried by now.  All she wanted was a quiet month of gorging on cat food and treats- not controversy but she had to take charge here just like her late stepdad would’ve.  “Shut-up, Toni!”  Then she turned to Johnny.  “Okay, explain this.”

          Johnny, surprisingly went on to explain, that he was from outside of North Pole City.  His mate had been shot by a hunter and she had 2 cubs that were nursing.  Johnny, due to the fact that he had a heart, didn’t want them to die so he did the only thing that he could do- search for the best source of magic that he could think, Santa’s hat.

          The kitty’s were fascinated, amazed and stunned.  Hank’s mouth was literally hanging on the floor in amazement.  “Wow,” he said, “I didn’t know Santa’s hat had so much power.”

          Johnny looked at him and the kitties with disbelief.  “You cats have no idea about how Santa’s hats work?  Are you serious?”